l-l-lo-love

Updated: May 4, 2025

The gray bird, as impressive as a poor poet, seemed nearly in a state of epilepsy to bring up some burden of oppressive sound, and, as they watched it, almost tipsy with the intoxicant of speech, fluttering, driving, and striking in the air, it suddenly brought out a note liquid as gurgling snow from a bird-cote spout: "L-l-lo-love! love! love! Ha! ha! L-l-love!" "Well done, old bachelor!"

George Alfred Townsend - The Entailed Hat: Or, Patty Cannon's Times